It’s a long story, but the battle was actually very short.
Everything happened too suddenly. A group of onlookers only came to their senses when Yan Xiaolou was stabbed. Then shouts arose, the sound of metal clashing was heard, people fell down, blood splattered, Qin Wenzhe and others screamed in horror, and except Shangguan Miao, everyone else fled.
Shangguan Miao drew the sword from his waist, took a look at the scattered limbs and the still rolling head, and his stomach cramped, but he suppressed it.
His heart was pounding and his hand holding the knife was shaking. He tried his best to calm himself down, but found that it was all in vain when faced with blood and lost lives.
"Eat it!" Fu Xiaoguan handed him a pill. He swallowed it without hesitation. The three people opposite him tied his nose with a cloth and rushed over again with knives.
Susu pulled the string again, but did not let go, because a person fell from the sky.
Su Su's brows furrowed instantly. She stared at the man intently, then plucked seven strings at the same time.
It’s over!
This is Susu's idea.
The eldest senior brother is not here, so I and the third senior sister probably can’t beat this old man.
Should I run?
Su Su firmly believed that with her lightness skills, she could definitely run away, not to mention that this old man was probably looking for Fu Xiaoguan.
The master said that if you see the situation is not right, you must retreat quickly. Those who are stubborn usually have a short life. They look passionate, but they are actually fools.
So... should I run?
If he ran away, Fu Xiaoguan would be no match for the old man.
I've eaten so many of his candied haws, but he hasn't bought me any osmanthus cake from Wuweizhai yet. It seems a bit unkind and uneconomical to run away now.
Then don't run for now. Let's fight first.
She made up her mind, her brows relaxed, and the internal strength in her body surged at this moment. She saw her hands becoming whiter and whiter, and then whiter than the moonlight.
At this moment, her face lost all color and became as pale as paper.
There is only this one chance to strike!
Then the old man looked at Susu, waved the dust in his hand lightly, and thousands of moonlights fell, covering Susu. The light in her hand faded, and the color returned to her face. She loosened the strings of the zither, but no sword shadow was emitted, only a few crisp sounds, like the sound of a spring.
Fu Xiaoguan also stared at the old man intently. He was a eunuch!
"My surname is Wei, and I live in Purple Gold Mountain."
Fu Xiaoguan was shocked and held a porcelain bottle in his hand again.
"The Empress Dowager wants to see the Lantern Festival poem you wrote tonight, so she sent me here. I wonder if Master Fu has finished it yet?"
The three men were about to retreat when Eunuch Wei casually waved the dustpan in his hand. Fu Xiaoguan saw three silver threads flying out, and the three men collapsed to the ground with a wail.
“I haven’t written it yet.”
"Then write it. The Queen Mother is waiting anxiously."
Fu Xiaoguan looked back at Su Su and said to her, "Tie these people up first and cripple their martial arts. I'll ask them about it later."
Su Su pouted, and Shangguan Miao volunteered to go up.
Fu Xiaoguan bowed to Eunuch Wei and said, "I'll go write it right away!"
"We just had a fight. Will this affect Master Fu's mood? Don't just deal with it perfunctorily."
"No problem."
Fu Xiaoguan and others came to the desk outside Lanting Pavilion, and Shangguan Wenzheng had just walked out. He was very sorry that this year's Lantern Festival Poetry Festival could obviously not go on, but he did not expect that Fu Xiaoguan seemed to want to write a poem.
He hurried over and said, "I'll grind the ink. You can brew it for a while."
Eunuch Wei stood behind, his old eyes staring at Fu Xiaoguan's back, his face as calm as water, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He suddenly turned around to look at Su Su who had followed him and asked, "How is the Master?"
"I'm fine. Why, do you know him?"
"I had the good fortune to see it once thirty years ago."
Then……
Nothing else happened. The two of them just said these two sentences.
Fu Xiaoguan picked up the pen, looked up at the bright moon, and then lowered his head to write.
"Qingyu Case, Lantern Festival"
Shangguan Wenxiu was stunned, thinking that in the 20th year of Taihe, the great scholar Wen Xingzhou of the Wu Dynasty also wrote a poem "Qingyu'an, Shangyuan" in this Lanting Collection. The poem was engraved on the first column of the Shangyuan poems in the Thousand Stele Stone. Fu Xiaoguan also wanted to compose a Qingyu'an tonight. Did he want to show it off?
He was a little worried, because after so many years, no one in the Yu Dynasty could shake that poem!
Can Fu Xiaoguan do it?
At the same time, Dong Shulan, Qin Bingzhong and others came out, saw the scene, and gathered around.
He wants to write lyrics for "Qingyu'an, Yuanxi"!
He wants to fight Wen Xingzhou!
Eunuch Wei was also quite curious. He had heard of Fu Xiaoguan's name a long time ago, had read the book A Dream of Red Mansions, and knew the song "Water Melody". So, could this rising literary leader of the Yu Dynasty display the same style as Wen Xingzhou in the past?
Then he frowned. This character… compared to Wen Xingzhou, it was like a firefly to the bright moon!
He was very disappointed and thought that this boy was just a name for nothing.
Fu Xiaoguan dipped the brush in ink and continued writing, finishing it in one stroke!
“The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night.
The wind blows and stars fall like rain.
The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot glitters, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
Shangguan Wenxiu suddenly became excited and clenched his fists tightly.
Qin Bingzhong's hand stroking his long beard trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened in horror.
Dong Shulan covered her mouth and let out a cry, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents.
Qin Wenzhe's eyes seemed to be nailed to the paper and he couldn't move away.
Su Su didn't understand what was going on, so she tilted her head and looked at it, thinking it seemed very vivid.
Eunuch Wei saw that everyone was acting strangely, so he looked again, but his heart suddenly became turbulent.
The silence here is like the eternal night.
Fu Xiaoguan was completely unaware and continued writing.
"Moth, snow willow, golden thread.
The smile and fragrance fade away.
I searched for him everywhere.
Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dim light."
Fu Xiaoguan straightened up, but everyone else bent over.
Shangguan Wenxiu was so excited that he could hardly control himself. He knew that a masterpiece had been created!
This Qingyu Case will definitely overshadow the Qingyu Case of that bastard Wen Xingzhou!
A masterpiece for all time!
How lucky I am!
Another masterpiece of all time!
Qin Bingzhong's expression was no different from Shangguan Wenxiu's. He waved his long beard with his hand, full of vigor and vitality, as if he had returned to the youthful wildness of his youth.
“The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night.
The wind blows and the stars fall like rain.
The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night.
Moth, snow willow, and golden threads.
The smile and fragrance fade away.
I searched for him everywhere.
Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dim light."
"A masterpiece, a masterpiece! Dayu is lucky, Bingzhong is lucky, to have read this poem... Bingzhong will die without regrets!"
Qin Bingzhong looked like a madman, which immediately attracted countless students.
Yan Xiaolou, who was lying on the table on the third floor, was about to get up when he heard this, but Su Rou said, "Don't move! The wound was just sutured and medicine was applied. You need to lie still."
"I'm fine. It must be that Fu Xiaoguan has done something great. I have to go and see it!"
She seemed to have forgotten the pain in her back. She actually climbed up, then staggered and tried to go down by holding onto the wall.
Su Rou sighed and shook her head. How many good girls would be harmed by that guy!
With Su Rou's support, Yan Xiaolou came to the outside of Lanting Pavilion, and saw the poem. Then he stood there motionless, lost in thought.
I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I turned around and saw him standing there, in the dim light.
Who did he write this to?
I think it was written to Dong Shulan and Yu Wenjun.
They...are so lucky!
Why am I, me, me just a step or two late?
Tears welled up in her eyes and fell onto the paper, staining it with ink. Eunuch Wei reached out and grabbed the paper, saying, "I have to return to the palace to report."
He looked up at Fu Xiaoguan, "You, are very good!"
He turned and looked at Su Su: "The so-called zither sword is to blend emotion into the music of the zither to form a sword. You are still unaware of this, so it is difficult for you to draw your sword!"
He stood up and flew away, disappearing into the bright moonlight.
Shangguan Wenxiu was shocked and shouted to the sky: "You old eunuch, give me back my poetry!"
Qin Bingzhong walked to the desk, picked up the pen with high spirits, and rewrote the poem.
"Brother Shangguan, this poem is already in our hearts. Even if he takes it away, it doesn't matter."
"So what's next...?"
"Let's go to the second floor."
"good!"
…
"She needs to rest." Su Rou said to Fu Xiaoguan.
Fu Xiaoguan felt a little distressed when he saw Yan Xiaolou's tearful face. He took two steps to Yan Xiaolou's side, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, and wiped the tears from her face. However, what he was thinking about was Yan Xiaolou's underwear... But it was still in his room. Should he return it or not?
Yan Xiaolou had no idea what Fu Xiaoguan was thinking about. She was very happy at the moment because Fu Xiaoguan wiped her tears.
"You silly girl...!"
On the third floor of Lanting Pavilion.
Yan Xiaolou lay obediently on the table, and Fu Xiaoguan stood beside her.
Of course, Dong Shulan, Su Su, and Su Rou are also by her side.
There was silence at this moment, but a smile was on Yan Xiaolou's face.
He said I was a silly girl, but I wasn’t silly. It was just that it happened so suddenly at that time that I didn’t think much about it.
Dong Shulan took Yan Xiaolou's hand and patted it gently. She didn't say anything. She knew that Yan Xiaolou had saved Fu Xiaoguan's life, and that was enough.
Susu was thinking about what Eunuch Wei said: You don’t know the truth yet, so it’s hard to draw your sword!
Didn’t I draw my sword?
Didn’t the master say that?
Could it be that he also knows about the zither and sword?
However, Su Rou understood the meaning of that sentence. The master asked Su Su to leave the temple, probably because he wanted her to find love in this world and achieve Su Su's sword and zither skills.
Qin Wenzhe and others were all outside the door of Lanting Pavilion. Because of Fu Xiaoguan's sudden appearance of this poem, those students who originally wanted to denounce Fei An all gathered here. It seemed that they realized that tonight was the Lantern Festival and the purpose of their coming here was to write that poem.
But after listening to Fu Xiaoguan's poem "Qingyu'an, Lantern Festival", tens of thousands of students fell silent, and no one went to the desk.
How do you write this?
This can’t be written anymore!
"So, he is the best in the world!"
"So, he would suppress Wen Xingzhou's poem."
"So, the Night of Fish and Dragon Dance will be like this tonight...!"
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